Thursday, 2 July 2015

The Source

It's that time of year that Louis is off on lots of school trips. Masses of them including a five day jaunt to Normandy in a couple of weeks.  For that one he leaves at the unfeasibly early hour of 2:30 in the morning.  I'm sorely tempted to take the motorhome, park up in the school grounds and kick him out at the designated hour!

This week he spent the day at Buckfast Abbey, a favourite haunt of ours anyway.  He met a monk.   These are the observations about the encounter that he wrote in his workbook that made me giggle.

'Use this space to write down anything about the talk you may want to remember later.'
They eat soup everyday

'Were there things about monastic life which came as a surprise to you?
They eat soup everyday.

A couple of evenings ago we had a lovely time recreating part of a trip that Lou'd been on a couple of weeks ago.  They'd followed the course of the River Lemon, which creates one of the boundaries to our campsite.  After a beans on toast tea Louis told me that he was going to take me to its source, just to the east of Haytor.  What a lovely idea! We scrabbled about in the undergrowth for a while following a stream and then came to the patch of lush bog land that you can see above. From there emanating a gurgling sound.  The source!  And here's Louis at a spot that the boys had dammed earlier.  I was so surprised at how the water course had widened just a few yards down.


  1. Wouldn't that make a wonderful blog series-finding the source of varioys rivers and exploring the area. If you and Louis ever come to Minnesota, you could find the source of the Mississippi and he could tell his friends he walked across the Mississippi.